Aliens, Part 1 - Male Version
Added 2017-03-22 01:01:52 +0000 UTCNote: This is the male version of Aliens.
Summary: Connor is abducted by aliens. Contains: Male: belly expansion, breast expansion.
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He had been in his bed, dozing beneath the murmurs of his television, but when he awoke...everything was different.
He awoke in a room full of young women. There were no beds, just white marble floors. The walls and ceiling were the same. White. Marble. No doors, no windows.
At eighteen, Connor was a skinny guy with little to no muscle definition. He didnt really mind his physique, being that he wasn't much of an athlete.
His arm was connected to an IV line and he had a massive headache. He glanced up at the IV bag and the substance flowing into his veins.
Globs of thick green gunk.
Groaning in disgust, Connor attempted to detach the tube from his arm. As much as he clawed, it seemed impossible to locate what lay beneath the tape, in his arm the start of the tubing. Just when he finally reached it-
Out of nowhere a creature appeared before him. It had balled fingers, an elongated head, and clammy gray skin. It raised its pointer finger and Connor was suddenly unconscious.
When he woke up again, he was on the ground, and his headache was even worse. Around him were a dozen or so girls, IVs hangers beside them. They probably ranged from eighteen to twenty-seven, and Connor noticed they each wore thick bandages around their abdomens. Looking down at himself, he noticed he was wearing them as well. Connor opted not to touch them, having no desire to worsen his headache again.
With the bandages, he wore a wrap around his chest, and brown slacks. All the girls were dressed similarly.
The others helped him to his feet.
Whats going on? Connor groaned out.
All the women turned to a girl with long brown hair. She looked about twenty-five.
My names Gina. Ive been here the longest, the girl stated. I dont know where we are, who they are, or what they want. Gina looked down. Maybe it's a government experiment. Or maybe weve been abducted by aliens.
Connor gulped. No such thing, he claimed.
Gina sighed. Youre our newest arrival. Try not to go mad."
The marble room was everything...and nothing. It was all there was in his world and it had only been a day. Some had been there for weeks, or months. Some couldnt even count the hours, the days, or differentiate them from nights. Connor grew hungry, but quickly learned that their captors didnt feed them, except for their IVs, and...milk. A jug of it appeared beside Connor the following day. When Connor first sipped from the jug, he realized that it wasnt milk, but cream. Thick, heavy cream. The taste made him gag at first, but he received serious looks from his new roommates. It was feed, or be force-fed, either by them, or perhaps his captors. He had to preserve his energy. He had to stay strong, and consume whatever he came by if he had any hope of surviving.
They were given the cream every other day or so, and not all of the girls received it. Connor had been lucky so far, and he managed to share what he could with the others.
He was a little befuddled that he was the only male present. He just wished he could figure out what was going on.
The next few days were, indeed, maddening. The others rarely spoke to him, or each other for that matter, just whispering from time to time, as if afraid of being punished. Nothing changed, nothing happened, the captors made no appearances, and Connor was driven to staring at the marble and searching for specks. Everything was flawless, even their bare feet and bodies.
One day something changed.
Gina was gone when Connor awoke, but few would speak about it. Had she escaped? Had she been killed? Connor was desperate to know but afraid to ask. Besides, he was experiencing problems of his own.
The bandages around his waist had gotten tight lately his abdomen, a little uncomfortable. None of the girls seemed to notice, and none seemed to be experiencing similar problems. Connor figured he was bloated and gassy from malnutrition, and began to consume a little extra cream in hopes of amending the problem.
The IV was never-ending, finished some time in the middle of the night, a fresh bag of green slop appearing when they awoke in the morning. He dragged the metal pole around with him, usually when circling the white room, desperately attempting not to lose his mind. The others lounged about, upon each other, heads in laps. They were growing weak, and hope had long been surrendered.
Over the next few days, in the little privacy Connor could muster in some corner or another, he noticed, that much like his bandages, the wrap around his chest was getting a little tighter. His chest felt softer, which was strange to him. Connor figured it was from all the cream hed been consuming. The fat had gone to random places like his chest, and perhaps his stomach.
It was the next day that another girl mysteriously disappeared. Who would be next? Everyone was upset. Everyone was worried frightened.
And Connors personal problems grew slightly more drastic. Though his bandages were practically suffocating him, he refused to remove them, in fear of punishment from his captors,or even disappearing himself. The bandages hid some of his growth, but the other girls surely must have noticed his weight gain. His chest had gotten only puffier, and now tingled uncomfortably.
It was almost like he had developed...breasts. The way his plumpened flesh pressed together, forming cleavage that was beginning to bulge over the wrap, the mounds were beginning to resemble his ex's small B-cups. Only, they were plumper than hers. He looked around at the girls, but none of them seemed to have chest swelling. Something seriously weird was going on.
Which brought Connor to the day when his personal problems became more than personal.
He felt something something strange on his chest one day. He knew something was there. Attached to his nipples, beneath his wrap and it was moving! Could he dare look?
Connor was terrified. It was early morning, before the others had awoken, but the thing had woken him. Slowly, Connor peeled the wrap away from his chest, and stared in shock at what he found.
His chest had become truly plump, now holding twin, rounded, breast-like mounds. A small silver electronic device, shaped like an insect, was latched to each of his nipples, its six legs spread over his newly-formed areola, the legs opening and contracting, gently massaging his mounds.
Grunting in disgust, Connor quickly covered his chest, leaning on the wall and breathing deeply. He dared not to remove the bugs, in fear of the potential consequences. Connor wondered if the others had those things attached to them as well, but he was sure he would have noticed. Whats happening to me? Connor wondered, closing his eyes. What are they doing to me?
Over the next few hours, Connor could barely function. Having his chest continually massaged, squeezed it was rather distracting.
Did the others notice the way his chest trembled? Did they know what was happening to him? Were they simply not telling him? Was this a harbinger for his own disappearance?
His bandages grew yet tighter as the days rolled by, and his chest, bigger. He could see the others whispering by then, sometimes pointing at him.
And then, one day, the bandages encircling his stomach broke.
It started with a simple rupture in a tendril until it broke in half, and immediately, the bandages unraveled, and his stomach pushed outward, and he could take in his first full breath in over a week. The others stared, and suddenly, Connor was surrounded by those thin beings, with balled fingers, clammy gray skin, and elongated heads. Was this what had happened to Gina? Was he about to be taken away?
Aliens, Connor mused, when a thin finger touched his forehead, and everything went black.
In a private location, four aliens lowered Connor to a metal table, whisking away his tattered bandages before cutting his breast wrap apart. His bosom pushed outwards, electronic spiders keeping a firm hold.
For a moment, the aliens stared down at Connor, one of them running its finger along his swollen stomach. It worked, it said, in a rough, slithery, language. Finally, it has worked.
The others too began to prod Connor's stomach. Alas, our race might be preserved.
This human is special.
They continued to chatter in their odd tongue.
And the specimen is responding well to the treatments. Hes becoming engorged, another mentioned, glancing at the unconscious young man's chest. The bug-bots continued the stimulation process, massaging his mammarys and helping them swell.
The boy's slacks had stopped buttoning, but had spread apart to make room for his belly. The first alien continued to rub it.
Perhaps its time to increase the dosage. Our young are avid eaters.
When Connor awoke, on the cold marble floor, the girls were crowded around him, staring at his...not his face...his body.
His clothes had been changed. He wore a long, dark green tunic, he knew men to wear only in medieval movies. The collar dipped low to the center of his chest, revealing his newly-developed, jiggling, cleavage. The electronic insects seemed more avid than before. It felt good to be free of the bandages, but at the same time...Connor stared at his abdomen, as did the others. He wasnt fat, but bloated. Too bloated. His belly was firm and stuck out, almost like...like...
